My knee is like a cantaloupe: I am a humbled man.
It seems brutal that you are a part of the Master Plan.
The Desert States have scorpions; the South has rattlesnakes;
Australia and hot Africa have beasts within their brakes.
The Sea has sharks, the North has grizz, Islands have weird spiders;
while those in Northern Asia have Siberian tigers.
The Amazon has piranhas and the black caiman too.
Here in the Hudson Valley we are mostly plagued by you.
Because you’re small, you are a threat; your bite won’t even prick.
If left unchecked: your Lyme could kill. You are a bloody Tick!

Featured Image: “Autumn Afternoon, the Wissahickon” by Thomas Moran

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